Andria's POV
I swallowed. My own blood, the very thing that marked me as cursed, was suddenly everyone's cure. The irony wasn't lost on me.
And yet I feared that they would turn against me the moment everything got back to normal. I feared I would become an easy suspect if there were any vampire attack in the long run, after all, I'm part of them.
But what needs to be done now should be done fast.
"Ok, I'll go ahead and take this," I said, twirling the bottle of potion in my hands.
They watched me with keen interest. A hint of amusement appeared on Arlo's face. He brushed his hair back as he stared at me with amusement and interest intertwined.
At this moment, I loved the fact that he made light of every situation.
I opened the bottle very slowly, my hands jittery, my heart almost pounding out of my chest.
